Grandpa's Milk Chapter 16 - Sex Stories

Grandpa's Milk Chapter 16

... like to try? We could help and Grampa could leave, if you don’t want him to see…” “Well, it looked like it was really FUN…” Vanna pondered. “Do it, Vanna- we’ll help!” Sarah encouraged. Abby got down and leaned over to Vanna’s ear and whispered. “M,mm, yeah!” Vanna responded, “What?! –eeuu, gross!---- but---I don’t know….. well, OK…” “Grandpa…” Abby was about to unveil her plan. “Yes, Abby…” I followed along. “Vanna has something to ask you…” and she nudged Vanna. “Well, Mr. Smi-“ Abby nudged her again, “Grandpa John, Abby says you are an expert ‘pussy-eater’...” she looked at Abby for reassurance. “and that you could give me my best first or-orgasm. Could you do that for me, please?” “Abby!” I scolded, “it’s not really appropriate for me to be doing that for all your friends! Do you even know what “pussy-eating” IS, Vanna?” “Abby said its when you lick my vulva, suck on my tingle- I mean- cli-cli-to-ris, and put your tongue in my vagina. She said she guaranteed that I would have a HUGE orgasm!” “Are you OK with that?” I asked. She nodded affirmatively. That wasn’t good enough for me. “Vanna, do I have your permission to see, and touch, and ‘eat’ your vulva- and you promise not to tell anyone?” “Yes, Grandpa John, you have my permission!” She pronounced, smiling. “So get those pants off, young lady, I can’t wait to see your marvellous clit!” I said. She giggled and reached down and stepped out of her clothes. Like Abby, she was still hairless but unlike Abby her lips weren’t ...

... as full. This just made her protruding clitoris look even larger. It was a pretty clear sign that she was already quite aroused! Just standing in front of me I could see that it poked out from between her labia about an inch and a half. This time it was MY turn to stare and her face turned crimson! “Grampa!” Sarah scolded, “it’s not polite to STARE!” “Oh, I’m sorry, your clitoris is just so BEAUTIFUL!” I praised. “You’re right, Sarah, it IS bigger than yours, but I STILL love yours better.” I said just to avoid any jealousy and she beamed proudly. She then reached down with both hands and spread her camel toe causing her clit to poke out further from her leggings. “OH, wow, your leggings have a hole for your tingle stick! Where did you GET those? My clothes hurt when my ting- clitoris grows!” “My Grampa bought them for me and put the hole in them- just for ME!” she said, and hugged my ‘junk’ to her chest. “OK, Missy, are you ready?” I asked as I turned to Vanna, picked her up by the armpits and sat her on the counter behind her. “It’s not gonna HURT, is it? My clit is REAL sensitive…” “I guarantee it won’t hurt- if it does, you just say ‘stop’ and I will stop, OK?” She nodded, looking concerned. “Now lean back against the mirror, put your feet up on the edge and spread your knees.” I said as I helped. As her knees spread her vulva opened like a flower with the sweetest fragrance wafting from it. “Oh, Vanna!” I exclaimed trying to reassure her, “you have a LOVELY vulva and you ...